The Navigator in the Storm

Beyond the Persian Gulf, in the Chaos Sea.

On the edge of this Mesopotamian world, the stars are hidden, the length of time is immeasurable, the dimensions of space are imperceptible, and everywhere is a vast expanse of white.

The raging Aether Storm constantly tore and twisted everything into Rules clumps of matter.

As it moves forward, the instability intensifies, the surrounding rifts widen and become more ferocious, and the chaotic waves of the Sea of Imaginary Numbers surge forth.

However, in this harsh environment where even ancient, massive sea monsters could not survive, a fully enclosed warship shimmering with Magecraft patterns struggled to move forward against the waves.

Inside the cabin, the cedar planks, Magecraft reinforced layer by layer, creaked and groaned, while a lantern above, shimmering with a ghostly blue light, swayed from side to side as the ship rocked.

Samael, leaning against one side, lightly touched the increasingly transparent purplish-red membrane beside him with his fingertips, a faint smile and warmth spreading in his eyes as he patiently wrote the nautical record on the mud tablet.

The journey was destined to be tedious and long, and sometimes he would have doubts.

To abandon the parasitic life of a Mesopotamian Shepherd King, forsake the goddess who favored him, bid farewell to his life-and-death friends, step out of his comfort zone, and go adrift in the Sea of Chaos —it's simply brain-dead.

Whenever Samael thought of that figure who had abandoned divinity and exiled himself before the Temple of Ea, all the distracting thoughts in his mind would vanish.

After all, there are always some people in this world who deserve to be loved.

There are always some things worth doing.

Even after thousands of years, humanity ultimately lives for perseverance and dedication.

Just as the ancient serpent was deep in thought, the ship rocked violently, and a purple scale in its palm emitted a ghostly light.

It's about to end! The true Land of Nothingness!

The Mesopotamian world was the first to break with the Age of Gods and is sinking towards the surface, like a fixed container that cannot withstand changes beyond its limits.

Currently, even Ishtar and Ereshkigal in their full forms cannot perform this, let alone inherit the complete power of Tiamat.

Therefore, only by finding the clearly defined world of the gods can those plans in his heart possibly be realized.

Because the primordial bubble that gave birth to civilization was blocked by the Sea of Imaginary Numbers, in ancient times, to discover a new primordial bubble, one had to embark on a great voyage and break through the boundless chaotic waves.

Under normal circumstances, this would be no less difficult than having him win a battle of creation.

This is why it was difficult to make great geographical discoveries during mysterious and prosperous periods.

However, coincidentally, someone has already met the necessary conditions to cross the Sea of Imaginary Numbers and arrive at another dimensional bubble.

New anchor point...

A captain adapting to the Sea of Imaginary Numbers ...

And, the navigator who can withstand the chaotic tides, guide Noah's Ark, and reach the other shore...

Samael's expression turned solemn. He gripped the purple snake scales tightly, rose, and stepped out of the cabin. His lips opened and closed rhythmically, sending out invisible ripples of vibration towards the spreading chaos.

"Aaaaa!!!"

A soaring song rose from the boundless waves of chaos, and a majestic figure, both ferocious and elegant, crept toward the ark that was about to be swallowed by nothingness.

As Noah's Ark was shrouded and protected by a tremendous force, it was dragged forward.

Samael held the purple scale he was clutching tightly in his hand, raised his arm to his eyes, and gazed through the crystalline remnant at the boundless chaotic waves, murmuring softly.

Set sail and embark on your journey!

"Bang!"

Atop the divine throne, radiant with dazzling light and golden brilliance, sat a vast figure adorned with flames, thunder, storms, and water ripples.

With a violent tremor, the fair fingers suddenly tightened, crushing the tattered remains of Marduk's Axe into fragments, completely abandoning this Divine Construct.

Damn it! Damn it!

Marduk's face twisted in anger as he recalled the humiliation he had suffered, and he gritted his teeth in fury, causing the wind and thunder to surge around him.

After a long while, as his breathing slowed, the volatile emotions of this mighty king gradually subsided, and his brows furrowed.

Whether it was due to the damage to the Fate Tablet or the appearance of the rebel, there was no longer any certainty in his eyes.

Even so, just as they could never erase the influence of God, these ants could never stop the rebirth of the world!

My great cause, my ideal, will surely reshape this star, and with it as our vessel, sail towards our origin!

Marduk grinned menacingly, and the Golden Holy Grail containing the fragments of the Fate Tablet appeared in his outstretched palm.

It's time for the next apocalypse.

Immediately, the King of Kings propped his chin up with one hand, gathered his divine will into a beam, traversed the Sea of Imaginary Numbers, broke through the dimensions of time and space, and descended upon a certain place.

Meanwhile, in the wilderness, the withered grass, taller than a person, rustled and fell to both sides.

A young man, dressed in rags and covered in blood, yet exuding an air of nobility, looked back as he ran.

The cacophony of shouts and curses that followed, along with the barking of the hunting dogs, turned him pale with fear.

He killed someone in a moment of impulse and is currently being pursued. He faces a cavalry and scent-tracking hounds; two legs can't outrun four.

Being caught and executed is inevitable sooner or later.

God, if you are truly able to hear my prayers, please have mercy on me.

The young man, cowering behind the bushes, saw noises coming from all directions and, in despair, clasped his hands together in prayer.

At that moment, a gentle breeze blew, and a hidden cave entrance appeared before the young man, with a faint, dim light emanating from within.

No, this is God's will!

Overjoyed, the young man stumbled and ran into it. At the end of the corridor, a dazzling flame burned fiercely, sacred and majestic.

With no further movement of pursuers outside the cave entrance, the young man knelt down before Guangyan and pleaded.

"God, have mercy on us, we can't live any longer in this land."

The flames flickered, revealing a majestic and awe-inspiring figure, from which a mysterious voice emanated.

"I am your protector, who will lead you out of the land of slavery."

"Those who believe in me will be saved!"

The young man was extremely excited and immediately prostrated himself in worship.

"But before that, you sinners must make a covenant with me and follow these ten commandments, so that you may be delivered from your suffering."

Guangyan's tone was solemn, radiating the power of thunder, and the young man nodded repeatedly.

They were stranded here, suffering oppression and enslavement, perhaps because they needed to be tempered and cleansed of their sins in order to be redeemed.

Before the throne of the gods, Marduk beckoned with his finger, and the fragments of earth within the Holy Grail gradually dissolved.

Then, countless clay fragments flew out from the flames of the cave, coalesced in mid-air into a clay tablet inscribed with ten divine laws, which floated in front of the young man.